coming day
leaving the throne
in the hands of the
cherubim,
you choose
to come
and clean up
the royal mess
we have made
of everything;
from the pinnacle of
glory,
you choose
to come,
peddling your
words
in
the hollers and
hills
of our hearts;
stirring your tears
with all your might until
they are reduced to
grace,
you choose
to come,
partnering with the
insignificant,
honoring the
unnotable,
pickpocketing the
opulaent
to buy out the store
for those lined
around the block
at the
foodbank.
you choose
to come
even
in these days.
(c) 2012 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, December 20, 2012
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